Every night, as they lie in bed, Will gently lifts Emma's shirt so he can softly touch her swollen stomach. The miracle never fails to amaze him, as he traces the bump, watching it grow as each week passes.
Emma patiently lies there, very still, as Will marvels at their unborn daughter. Her heart flutters like the beating wings of a butterfly as his lips gently skim the crest of her stomach. Sometimes, she feels an occasional tear trickle down the skin of her stomach, and she can't stop the tears that brim in her own eyes.
He whispers softly to the tiny life growing inside her, promising love that he is unable to put adequately into words. Together, they relish these moments as the world stops just for them.